Is this all?
This is why we think, why we breathe
Why we live, why we conceive
To the fault of all
We have stood to tall
We have set it in stone
Then tried to grow
This will not do
We must force through
So we don't choke on our trophies
that we made for ourselves
We must not stop here
Or we will grow no more i fear
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